There
were two lonely souls, Sun and Moon. Sun could not see his light
but went on and on a traveler.

Moon
could see herself only in the sea. As it came to pass they spied
each other only twice, sunrise and twilight.

How
could he find her? One day he did and this was the beginning of
the world. They met and married at evening and in the morning four
children stirred.

These
were the four directions. The first was South. Her song was water,
the ocean lapping on every shore. The second was East. He rivaled
the sun in light. The third was West. She welcomed her mother in
her heart. The fourth and last was North, out of the myriad gleaming
souls from Heaven's peak to the far horizon.

One night, while Sun was gone and Moon hiding away, a fiery form traveled slowly
toward North's path. The form was spread out over all the North sky as diadem
and gown for a Princess of Creation, made on high for North to wear once every
Age on her birthday.

And
all the world watched her procession from star to star, soul to
soul, human animal plant, blessing born and unborn of Heaven and
Earth.